Micah

"Fuck, dude. You don't have to be so aggressive. It's called 'sparring' not 'take the other guys' head off'." I complain to Griffin as he tosses my ass to the ground again.

"You're future Alpha, Micah. You should be able to kick my ass no problem." He scoffs as I roll my eyes.

"You're a the size of a fucking refrigerator." I shoot back and he smirks back because he knows I'm right.

"A few more weeks in the gym, you'll be as big as me." He says haughtily and I shiver at the thought.

"Nah man you're barely gonna see me for a few weeks. See this fresh mark on my neck? It's the universal symbol for 'leave us alone we're boning.' That privilege only happens once in a lifetime and I'm taking advantage of it." I tell him, smiling widely as I throw my shirt back on and get ready to leave. Griffin rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest.

"Fine. Since I know how hard you worked to get Hannah to accept you I'll take it easy on you for a few weeks, but then you're hitting the gym hard. Deal?" He asks, holding his hand out to me. I shake it firmly and nod.

"Deal." I tell him and he nods in agreement. I quickly turn on my heel and start out of the gym, anxious to get back to my girl.

"Hey, Micah!" Griffin calls and I turn to look back at him. "Maybe lose the shirt. Show Hannah all the progress you've made." He says with a sly smirk. I beam back at him before slipping my shirt off and shoving it in my bag. I hear his barking laughter as I jog back home.

We haven't brought everything over from the packhouse yet, but enough that we can stay here. Neither one of us wanted to sleep there anyway. This place feels more like home than anywhere I've ever been. Even with my parents. My dad was thrilled today when he saw that Hannah had finally, really and truly accepted me. I've never experienced such pride from him. It made me want to work even harder. He made it sound like we could take over as Alpha and Luna in a few months but really, I wouldn't mind waiting awhile longer. Building a better relationship with both Hannah and our pack to make the transfer of power as seamless as possible. My dad was surprised when I told him that. I had always been anxious, wanting to take over as soon as I could. But being around Hannah, going through what we have has shown me how important patience is. That building something, planting a seed and allowing it to grow, even though it can be frustrating at first, the rewards are immeasureable. I'm grateful Hannah rejected me. At first it sucked, but getting to know her, letting our mate bond grow to the point where it clicked back in place for her, that's a more solid foundation for a relationship than a lot of wolves have. They rely so heavily on the mate bond. Even though you know your partner will never leave you, that doesn't mean you shouldn't take the time to learn about them, to treat them the way they need you to.

I walk into a quiet, dark house. Only a glimmer of light shining in the hallway upstairs. I smile knowing my girl is exactly where I thought she would be. I climb the stairs stealthily and walk down the hallway to the library. The door is already open, so I nudge it a little further and peek inside. Hannah is curled up on the plush couch I had ordered just for her, covered with a blanket, nose deep in a book just as I knew she would be. I smile again and step into the room. Her head snaps up to me and her shoulders relax at the sight. I feel joy through our bond. And peace at being reunited, even if we were only apart for a few hours. She looks out the window then looks back to me concerned.

"I can't believe it's so late. I meant to cook some dinner I just got distracted." She says apologetically, waving the book in the air. I chuckle and sink down next to her, pulling her onto my lap and sticking my face in her neck to get my daily fix of her scent.

I wish I could bottle it and take it with me.

"It's alright. We can eat at the packhouse tonight. If you want." I say as her fingers trail along my bare chest.

"Why bother? You look good enough to eat." She purrs seductively in my ear and I mind link Griffin a thank you for the shirtless suggestion. I chuckle and spin her around to straddle me on the couch.

"Well, take you want." I tell her with a smirk. Her little hand trails down into my shorts as she wraps her fingers around my cock. I stiffen instantly under her tentative touch. She's still a little shy, but I don't mind. The fact that she's never done these things with anyone but me is sexier than all of the experience in the world.

I lift my hips and she slides my shorts down my legs until I kick them off. I pull her shirt over her head and groan at the sight. Purple lace encases her glorious breasts, making her pale skin look iridescent in the warm glow of her reading lamp. I watch as she bites her lip and eyes my reaction nervously.

"You're trying to kill me, right? There's no other explanation for you wearing something as sexy as this. You want my head to explode." I tell her and she throws her head back to laugh. I push her hair back the rest of the way and lean forward to attach my lips to her mark. The one that shows every fucker in this world that she is mine. She moans and bucks her hips against my straining dick. The denim of her jeans rubs against me and I groan at the contact.

My fingers slide down her sides, making her shiver against me until I come to the button of her pants, unhooking them quickly and she stands so I can pull them down. A matching thong greets my hungry eyes and I have to squeeze my cock to keep from coming.

"God damn I hope you weren't hoping for a marathon tonight." I tell her, looking up into her hazel eyes, flooded with lust and mischief. She makes my heart feel whole in a way I never knew I needed.

"No. We'll miss dinner." She says with a giggle and sweet smile. I lean my head forward to rest on her stomach as she threads her fingers through my hair. We stay like that a moment, just soaking up the comfort of being close. I stand and sit back on the couch and she goes to lay next to me.

"Uh uh, sweetness." I tell her pulling her into my lap. "You're gonna take what you want tonight." I tell her, grinding myself against her wet thong. She groans and twists her hips in response, but I feel anxiety through our bond and look up into her eyes. Her hands on my shoulders and lip bit between her teeth.

"What's wrong?" I ask her, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"I've just never done that before. What if I'm not good at it?" She asks quietly and I shake my head while giving her a warm smile.

"Sweetness. There is nothing you could do to me that I wouldn't like. Just do what feels good, what feels right, and I promise I'll be right there with you." I tell her and the anxiety ebs back into excitement. She nods and I go to unclasp her bra, but she bats my hand away and narrows her eyes.

"If this is about what I want, then I want you to enjoy the sweet torture of not seeing what's underneath this." She says with a cruel smile that makes me groan.

My little minx.

"Whatever you say, my love." I tell her and the playful smile turns into soft affection.

She sits up a little further and pushes the fabric of her thong aside, lining me up at her entrance. She lowers herself slowly onto me and I tilt my head back and moan at the wet, warmth that encircles me. I can't help but dig my fingers into her hips, begging my dick not to explode already.

"Oh, Micah." She groans in my ear when she's threaded me completely inside of her. "You're so deep." She moans breathlessly as she lifts herself and plunges back down onto me. "And it feels so fucking good." She cries out as she impales herself again and again, picking up a harsh and steady rhythm. She grinds her hips after smashing back down onto me and I groan at the move.

"Fuck, Hannah. You're gonna make me come like that." I tell her honestly and look into her eyes. A self satisfied smile meets me and pride wells in my chest, my little mate moving out of her comfort zone.

And enjoying it based on the sounds she's making.

She speeds up her motions, biting her lip, eyes closed, fingernails digging into my shoulder as she uses me for leverage to ride me. I sense her movements getting sloppy and I think she's close, so I thrust my hips up to meet hers as she barrels back down onto me. The sounds of our hips slamming together fills the room, along with her little whimpers and my guttural groans.

"Micah!" She screams and grinds onto me before lifting herself up again. "I'm gonna come." She says and I meet her thrust for thrust. Just as I feel her tighten around me I lean in and suck on her mark. She comes hard, unable to form coherent words as she screams. I push up into her one last time, groaning as I spill into her, rocking up gently as I ride out my high.

She relaxes against my chest and I wrap my arms around her, kissing her forehead as she purrs against me. I smile and look down at her sleepy, sated face. She peels her eyes open to look up at me, a pleased smile on her face.

"Can I have that for dinner every night?"